Family an emotion

From the moment we step in

With cries and tantrums at the shin

Our mom cuddles us to sleep

While dad begins with us to weep.

The aroma of a sweet family

Enveloped by bricks partly

As we grew, cementing all our desire

Thinking our family was only a misfire!

That bud so naive

Everything the parents gave

Our demands were their priorities

From their sweat yielded our future,

In vicinity.

Busy with our dreams to fulfill

We forget to look back at their will

Though they nurtured their plants

With nothing in return,

But still hope, that we someday turn.

For Building our own fort

We Still need our dad's escort

When done, amnestic of the old bricks

And cement,

Leaving our parents to lament.

Is the fort our families now?

Where wince of the grey hair

Is unheard somehow.

The respect and love is dismissed

The monetary wealth is only kissed.

Parents are not Only our responsibility

But are Those we can shed our tears to

during our life's calamity,

We can't mortgage their wrinkled cheeks

And forlorn eyes,

Instead, sweep their hands between ours

And listen to their advice.